Shape I'm In

I was comin' down on Fairfax

Didn't have a dime

My body was tremblin'

My head was filled with wine

Way past my curfew

I should've been in bed

My folks would probably call the cops

Give me up for dead

But I could hear the choir sing

And I saw Saint Augustine

But it didn't mean a thing

The shape I'm in

And I don't know where I've been

And it seems like such a sin

Oh, to be in the shape I'm in

I walked up to a blind man

For to open up my eyes

I told him all I'd ever heard

Was just a pack of lies

Said he could not see me

But he could hear me cryin'

And as I turned to walk away

He handed me a dime

I could hear the choir sing

And I saw Saint Augustine

But it didn't mean a thing

The shape I'm in

And I don't know where I've been

And it seems like such a sin

Oh, to be in the shape I'm in

The leaves are a-blowin'

And the night is a-gettin' cold

And I see myself reflected

Three shiny balls of gold

Ragamuffin hero

With no place left to hide

Pockets filled with tremblin' hands

My shadow by my side

I could hear the choir sing

And I saw Saint Augustine

But it didn't mean a thing

The shape I'm in

And I don't know where I've been

And it seems like such a sin

Oh, to be in the shape I'm in

And I could hear the choir sing

And I saw Saint Augustine

But it didn't mean a thing

The shape I'm in

And I don't know where I've been

And it seems like such a sin

Oh, to be in the shape I'm in